, reach out.
Oxygen supply valve was closed.
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Three days later, in the XX city cemetery, Meng Fuyao gently laid a bouquet of pure white carnations in front of a new grave.
The woman on the tombstone retains the gentle and serene posture of her life, smiling at her in the photo, the spring breeze in March is warm, she will always be bright and beautiful in the hearts of those who love her.
There is no biography written on the tombstone, Meng Fuyao only engraved this sentence.
"True love comes from mutual perfection."
Mother.
I wasn't really hooked on sleeping pills that night.
During the forging in Wuzhou Continent, my consciousness was already very strong. Even though my frail body was asleep, my consciousness was still awake.
I know what's going on, but I can't stop it, and I don't want to.
That is your fulfillment to me. Life is here, and we have no regrets for each other. I don't want to let you down for your last painstaking efforts.
I know that you are afraid that once you recognize me, I will think that I forced you to death when you commit suicide in the end, and you don't want me to live with guilt.
Don't worry, I won't.
I promise you that from now on, no matter where I am, no matter what I encounter, I will work hard and live a very happy life.
The sunshine in March is as gentle as silk, illuminating the woman's slender back. I saw her carrying a sleeve of fragrant flowers, walking towards the dense forest deep in the cemetery, towards the end of fate, towards the other end of love.
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When Meng Fuyao opened his eyes again, tears filled his eyes with joy at the first sight of the sun, moon and stars.
Immediately, she felt that there was something wrong with the place she was in, and when she looked carefully, she found that it was actually a coffin, and there was someone crowded with her in the coffin.
She stretched out her arms and hugged that body contentedly, woo... finally came back.
The arm suddenly froze.
How can it be so cold
She panicked, got up quickly, and carefully looked at Changsun Wuji's face, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and he couldn't see any vitality.
Meng Fuyao took his pulse, but couldn't find any trace of beating.
She lost her true energy... There was no movement.
She shook him...no response.
Her heart was suddenly empty, stuffed with a mess of snow, she sat up in a daze, not knowing what to do for a while, could it be that fate is really so abominable, she finally came back, and still faced the relationship with him Heaven and man separated
Turning his eyes blankly, he saw an hourglass on the opposite side of the coffin.
She immediately got up to look at the hourglass. The fine sand in the hourglass had leaked out, and there was a bang in her heart, and her eyes went dark.
Am I still late
She struggled and jumped out, trying to see if there was any sand falling in the hourglass.
There was a sudden tightness behind him.
A slightly cold hand pinched her waist, and the next moment the world spun, and she was crushed at the bottom of the coffin.
The faint fragrance of Asura lotus was lingering, and the man's gentle and eager lips covered the lips that she opened just as she was about to exclaim.
She blinked and burst into tears.
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In the first year of Qiongcang Tiansheng, the eldest grandson Wuji succeeded the head of the Evergreen Temple. In the following year, Dawan sent troops to the Fufeng Tal tribe and occupied the Tal tribe's 3,000-mile territory.
In the second year of Tiansheng, Empress Meng Fuyao of Dawan married Wuji, the eldest grandson of the emperors of the two countries, Qiongkong Wuji.
In the same year, Ya Lanzhu, the Queen of Fufeng, voluntarily surrendered to Dawan Wuji, and became the vassal of the two countries forever, and was included in the territory of Dawan.
The country is married, and one-third of the world's territory belongs to the eldest grandson Wuji. After eight years of Tiansheng, the two countries formally merged and changed the country's name to "Dacheng".
The founding queen of the Dacheng Dynasty is the most glamorous woman in the history of the Wuzhou Continent. With her great achievements in her life, she enjoys the worship of the Wuzhou Continent. She is known in history as Queen Shenying.
In the third year of Shangyuan Changning, Shangyuan Emperor Yan Jinghen sent troops to Taiyuan, destroyed the country in March, re-merged Shangyuan Taiyuan, and changed the name of the country to Dayan.
Since then, the world has been divided into five, Dacheng, Dahan, Xuanyuan, Dayan, and Dawan.
The emperors of the Five Kingdoms are all powerful and top figures in the world, and the world collectively calls them: Five Sages.
In the fifth year of Xuanyuan Chengye, Emperor Xuanyuan died in Jiuhua Palace at the age of thirty-two.
He left behind a son and a daughter. Both children were born to concubines. As for which concubine it was, he didn't remember it. As long as it wasn't that person, it would be no different to anyone else.
Xuanyuan Guozhen needed someone to inherit, so he desperately lived for a few more years until he had an heir.
He never had a queen in his life.
Same as him, the emperors of Da Han and Day Yan have only a few harems, and the deep palaces of the Three Kingdoms are so empty and quiet. Those fragrant clothes and temples, splendid and prosperous, are all empty flowers falling in the mist. Unable to scratch through the clouds, the concubines entered the palace when they were beautiful, and rarely saw His Majesty a few times until they were white-haired. The purpose of their existence was to give birth to an heir, and the position of the mistress was permanently vacant.
Three Kingdoms, no descendants.
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Ending thoughts
After nearly half a year, Fuyao has finally come to an end.
Looking back and calculating, the number of words in Fuyao far exceeds that of Dihuang, but the time is about the same. Looking at the number of words updated in the background, I made a black line, too rushed, really too rushed.
So since writing Fuyao, I no longer express contempt for Gouxue Xiaobai Lei YY. I don’t think I’m doing any better. The average daily text of the Internet is more than 10,000 characters. It’s really limited to be refined. There are many shortcomings in Fuyao’s text. I hope that I can slowly revise it when I have time. I also know that some plots are not rigorous enough, but due to the readability of online articles, I have to deal with them like this. However, I am not without regrets in my heart.
But how many things in the world go well? I tried my best, and found a basic balance between the readability of online articles and the principle of maintaining personal style, and I have almost no regrets.
After Fuyao is over, the first thing I want to do is to thank my readers. It is your tolerance and support for me. This journey may not always be smooth, and the climax may not be every day when writing articles. However, your support and trust have never changed. Two thousand Many diamonds and more than 4,000 flowers tell me that you have always been there and have been reading what I wrote. Although it is disrespectful to measure enthusiasm with flowers and diamonds, it also makes me feel a little contemptuous of myself, but I am still very honest I admit it, I like it, I like it very much, because of you, I like it.
I really want to point out all the friends who have sent me flowers and diamonds, left me messages and written long comments. I personally feel that only by writing your names in my words can I really prove to you, I am so grateful, but I am too tired. I wrote 100,000 words in five days, and I still have to go to work. Now I am typing and my eyes are full of mushroom clouds. I feel like throwing up when I see the words. Forgive me for not being able to point out your IDs one by one. Forgive me I can't thank you one by one, but please believe that I will always remember you and keep warm for it.
During the writing period of Fuyao, because I was too rushed, I rarely had time to reply to the message. I have always felt deeply regretful that it was very rude to let my friends’ messages not be responded to. I would like to apologize to my dear friends. , longan is really not a thing, not sincere enough, not considerate enough, not enthusiastic enough, she put all her energy into her damn novel full of flaws, ignoring that there are more and more beautiful things in this world, this is a fool, let's all work together despise her.
In the ending of Swinging, I fulfilled my promise, and did not insist on my own concept of "tragic beauty", although in my heart, I hope it will end according to my idea-love does not have to stay together every day, as long as we work hard. But compared to the mood of the relatives, the bad taste of longan can be put aside.
Compared with Dihuang and Yan Qing, I personally think that Fuyao's only improvement is that it has a more distinct theme—persistence. The power of persistence flows throughout the story. For more than 20 years, this heart has not changed. It is persistence. Ya Lanzhu's pursuit of Kitano is persistence. The love of the four male protagonists and the male pair Fuyao is persistence. Even those supporting roles, supporting supporting roles, may be good or evil, and may be liked. It's annoying, but in their own stories, there is still a faint taste of persistence.
In addition to persistence, there are also bravery, loyalty, sacrifice, and fulfillment, such as all positive and upward spirits, such as all the power from the depths of the soul, such as all the beautiful love interpreted from various positive meanings, these spirits and strengths, these loves The story not only happens to the protagonist, but also to the villain, and maybe even to a passer-by who doesn’t even have a name, and I want to tell readers through these stories belonging to each character that there is no absolute good or bad in the world. The starting point is different, resulting in different facts, A bear's paw, B's arsenic, traveling the world, more often we need to look at it with an open mind.
This is my original intention of writing Fuyao - I want to write an inspirational novel, let the blood and courage flow from the pen, if one day it gives you strength, please remember that in that novel world, there is a person who is illusory but warm dream.
Believe me, as long as you dare, nothing is impossible.
There should be a new article, the reason why I say yes is because the family has already turned upside down, and I waved a big stick to ask me to close the pen from now on, so I had to make a hole and take a rest for a while to show my mother's account, wry smile , because of writing, all kinds of cervical spondylosis and eyes can't bear it are trivial things, and what's worse is that my old aunt hasn't visited me for a long time. Is it true that I will go through menopause early at a young age? That's really scary, although I don't mind getting chicken-skinned and gray-haired, not getting married, and being single until I die, but I can't help but mind my mother's emotions, you know, getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and hearing the next room always sighing, it's very sad .
The new pit is occupied, and I look at my pit in a wait-and-see attitude to see how many friends still want to read the book of longan. , I will probably still write, if everyone thinks that it is enough to reach Fuyao, I think I can be freed from this, there are always so many things that cannot be let go in this world, but many times, you have to let go of what you can’t let go, just like those The flowers we have loved, bloomed, beautiful, and existed, are enough.
We've been on the road and looking forward to dropping our bags.
[Extra volume]
Marriage Notes (1)
"Where do you think we should hold the wedding?" Changsun Wuji leaned on the chair behind Meng Fuyao, leaning on Meng Fuyao's shoulder, while blowing on her earlobe, once, never, once, never...
Meng Fuyao pushed his face away, didn't look back, didn't scan, didn't make direct eye contact, and just used a poker face to express: I'm very busy, I'm not interested in paying attention to your boring question.
His Majesty the eldest grandson would never change any of his plans because of Queen Meng's attitude. His face was pushed away, but his hands were even more restless. He picked up Meng Fuyao's delicate earlobe, and facing the sun, the small snow-white and exquisite earlobe , through the bright sunlight, crystal clear as beads, you can see the small red veins inside, like the beautiful lines of natural jade tendons on beautiful jade.
It is very comfortable to pinch the earlobe, not to mention that His Majesty Changsun always gestures lightly, Meng Fuyao was pinched drowsily, immersed in the warm sunshine foolishly, and the summer wind in May was blowing around him, mixed with a touch of light. The fragrance of asura lotus, which is always independent, is surrounded by clusters of fragrances such as primrose, cineraria, four seasons crabapple, spring cuckoo, and crab claw lotus.
She sighed in comfort and threw her neck back, giving her heartfelt approval for the act.
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch, touch...
Why does Mao suddenly feel itchy in the chest
Lu, Shan, Zhi, Claw!
Meng Fuyao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were piercing, and when he flicked his fingers, the wind whistled - "Five claws pinch the dragon's hand"!
The hand that was crossing the permitted range quickly reversed, held the paw in the palm of the hand, and squeezed it with the opportunity-"Conquering the Tigress Fist"!
"Damn it! Die it!" Meng Fuyao couldn't pull out his claws and kicked it, "Die it, don't see you, don't see you, don't see you—"
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, stretched out his hand to catch the tigress' leg, and coaxed him very good-naturedly: "Hey, you can just move your hands and mouth, but you can't move your legs. I'm not afraid of hurting my prince, but I'm afraid of hurting you."
"Die!" It's okay not to mention this sentence, but when this sentence is mentioned, someone immediately smokes, his eyes are like lightning, his hair stands in a row, he points his halberd and shouts, "What is your prince! I'm not married anymore! Be a single mother! Dawan will be his in the future, he is not your prince, he! It is! My! Family! Tai! Son!"
"Okay, your prince." Changsun Wuji continued to coax, "Be your prince first, and then my prince." Then he graciously supported her, "Don't cry at the flowers and sigh at the moon, the poor flowers are all thanked. "
Meng Fuyao pushed it away, his face was paralyzed, Changsun Wuji gave him a wink, and Master Yuan Bao on the side immediately ran over respectfully, raised a piece of dim sum over his head, and made a gentle and virtuous eyebrow.
Meng Fuyao glanced at it, said "Mmm", picked up some snacks and ate slowly, Lord Yuan Bao and His Majesty the eldest grandson were all rejoicing - Her Majesty the Queen has appreciated her face!
The world's most honorable pregnant woman, Her Majesty the Queen, is rewarded!
Pregnant woman!
Yes, pregnant women.
The noblest, most precious, most tragic and chaotic pregnant woman.
When a person who saw the jasper in the bridal chamber was very sacred, regained consciousness from the coffin, and after a passionate kiss, suddenly found that he was already pregnant and about to give birth—this is really unparalleled and extremely tragic.
Meng Fuyao's face hasn't been sunny since then.
There are no bridal chamber candles, no warm honeymoon, no joy of a little life landing in a warm bed, no listening to the fetal movement to experience the happiness of blood continuation, and no accompanying the child to experience his implantation, growth, and all the first journeys in his life. I still feel that I am a girl in a second, and the next second will be ripe. It is really a test of people's ability to bear it!
So that day, when Mr. Yuan Bao, who had been away from Meng Fuyao for nine months, blinked his eyes at the entrance of the temple and saw Meng Fuyao with the green face and fangs stepping out of the underground palace, he sighed deeply in his heart—Queen Meng is different... Completed the vicissitudes of life from a lithe unmarried girl to an unmarried pregnant aunt with butterfly spots all over her face.
The vicissitudes of Queen Meng have fallen into a rare period of arrogance in her life. She sees rats as hateful, foxes as shameless, and a man with a nose that is not a nose and eyes that are not eyes. After realizing her miserable state, she strangled her in the coffin He yelled: "Where is the baby! Who stuffed it!"
Emperor Changsun told her in a good temper: "August 15th, Yuanyi Palace, you pulled down my clothes..."
"Stop!" The pregnant woman immediately cut off the memories of His Majesty's longing, and shouted: "I don't want it!"
His Majesty was very calm, and replied: "I want to."
Meng Fuyao sneered: "It's up to you, my baby is up to me."
His Majesty smiled: "But I have been raising this child, and he has already recognized me as a father." He happily stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Meng Fuyao's stomach. moved.
Meng Fuyao was first stunned by the fetal movement for a moment, then dizzily remembered that he had a baby, and that his baby would already be able to kick sideways, that feeling was amazing... Then he suddenly woke up, furious - what the hell! The baby growing out of the old lady's stomach, how many times you touch it is yours
His majesty was very aggrieved by the pregnant woman with raised eyebrows, and sighed: "It's not easy for me to raise this baby..."
It's not easy. At their level, "Bigu" is successful. Apart from drinking water, eating or not is not so important. A temple "Dingyuan Pill" can make both of them enter the turtle's breath state, but When Meng Fuyao came back again, because he came back too late, Changsun Wuji was a little bit unable to hold on. In the end, something went wrong when he induced the soul, which caused Meng Fuyao to sleep for a few more months before waking up. "Breaking the Nine Heavens", how to maintain the healthy growth of the child in Meng Fuyao's tortoise state, the eldest grandson Wuji took great pains, used all the magic herbs that could be used in the Evergreen Mountain, and used all the methods he could think of. Fortunately, Meng Fuyao's physique was very extraordinary after being soaked in Zong Yue's long-term elixir. If it was another person, the child would probably not be able to keep it.
Queen Meng has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and her bang-pang heart, when meeting someone's soft fingers, is especially horribly soft. As soon as His Majesty's eyebrows drooped, her heart skipped a beat, and His Majesty gave a slight sigh. Sighing, her heart twitched, His Majesty showed a helpless expression, and she immediately began to reflect on whether she was being too unreasonable? Too rude? Too intolerant and considerate
Oh... Forget it...
My own baby has unknowingly called others daddy, so what else
Anyway, when the baby comes out of my stomach, I can only call my mother, no one can deny it, right
Queen Meng accepted this fact very sadly, and began her super short pregnancy and waiting for childbirth.
It's really too short... From knowing she's pregnant to preparing to give birth, there are only 20 days, and it's too late to get married, even if she is asked to get married, she has no face to get married...
Although she escaped the discomfort of morning sickness in the early stage of pregnancy, Meng Fuyao was very dissatisfied with her bulky body, swollen legs and feet, and restless sleep in the later stage. In particular, she had a very good appetite, and her stomach capacity increased day by day at an alarming rate, and she often crawled around in the middle of the night. When I got up, I asked for a hoof, but it must not be less than three catties, and His Majesty would naturally satisfy it with all his strength - the small kitchen outside the bedroom did not stop for twelve hours. The adults should discuss the possibility of cutting stocks and donating meat.
When Queen Meng was sitting on the bed in the middle of the night, hugging the quilt and gnawing her hooves, His Majesty the eldest grandson sat across from her and watched her eat affectionately. His eyes often made Queen Meng feel that she was not gnawing bones with messy hair and greasy hands, but sitting upright. Among the flowers, she is admiring the flowers in an elegant and graceful manner, and there is no mirror in her bedroom that can prove how heroic and mighty her posture of gnawing meat is - so she really thought that she was the flower who gnawed on meat. Beautiful flowers.
However, Hua'er's IQ has never been low. Although she is often fascinated by His Majesty's eyes and forgets her real weight, occasionally she will look sadly at the sky when she is halfway through the gnawing, and touch her cheeks that have recently become higher and higher, thinking about how to get rid of her. How much is the remaining volume of the whole body fat in the stomach? —It must be a huge number to think about it.
Because of the huge number estimated, Queen Meng also deceived herself and rejected the faithful mirror, holding a completely chaotic and indifferent attitude towards her own tonnage. She was still immersed in bright sadness, feeling that the world abandoned me—even my baby I knew that he had accepted someone as his father before, and fate made me—he completed the triple jump from girl to woman to mother without saying hello.
The world deceives me, deceives me, abandons me and hides it from me, so I will eat it, gnaw it, swallow it and drink it!
The altitude is rising... Fat is accumulating... His Majesty the eldest grandson is very satisfied - as much fat as there is, the baby will grow as much as possible.
After precise calculations, Mr. Yuan Bao felt that, um, Meng Fuyao's volume ratio was infinitely close to mine...
So one day, when a new court lady accidentally lifted a covered mirror, Meng Fuyao, who caught a glimpse inadvertently, found a beautiful big ocean horse in the mirror...
"ah-"
After the screams, the queen began a hunger strike that day.
Pregnant women go on hunger strike, one is worth two. The seriousness of the problem immediately made everyone anxious, and the medical officer in charge of Meng Fuyao's diet was on the verge of collapse. Only His Majesty was not in a hurry. After hearing the report, he went straight to Meng Fuyao's bedroom.
According to normal principles, as the father of the child, His Majesty the eldest grandson's normal reaction must be the trilogy of persuasion, roaring, and reconciliation. If it is the Qiong Yao version, it is probably—how can you not eat it? How can you not eat! ! What if you don't eat our children? That is the crystallization of our love! It's my fault, it's my fault, you can beat me and scold me, but please don't torture yourself, you suffer, it's my heart that hurts!
If it's the ancient dragon version, it's probably—
"You don't eat?"
"Don't eat."
"Really don't eat?"
"I really don't eat."
"See my sword?"
"so what?"
"Don't eat—" Jian Guang flashed, and pressed against the artery coldly, "Just die!"
If it’s Zhou Xingxing’s version, it’s probably—
"You really don't want to eat? Are you sure you don't want to eat? If you don't want to eat, why don't you tell me sooner? If you don't say that you don't want to eat, how do I know if you want to eat? Well, if you don't want to eat, don't eat. Let's go first."
…
Meng Fuyao sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, waiting for His Majesty the eldest grandson, who was prosecuted by the teacher, to come. Regarding these three versions, Her Majesty the Queen's soldiers came to cover the water and earth, you have a good plan, and I have a bridge ladder.
Qiong Yao version - "Let us die! Let us die! I don't know you! I have a dream, and I will never share with you..."
Cologne version—
She looked at the shining sword edge coldly.
The wind blew past.
A fallen leaf suddenly fell three feet away.
"It's better for you to die."
boom.
The man in black fell silently into the dust.
"It's better for you to die than for me to die." She looked down at the lifeless corpse, and slowly blew the blood off the sword, "You know, I hate being ordered."
Zhou Xingxing's version - "What's your mother's last name?"
…
That night, His Majesty Changsun entered the bedroom of Queen Meng who was on hunger strike.
That night, Mr. Yuanbao and Jiuwei in the corner fought for the best position. In the end, Mr. Yuanbao won by sacrificing some hair on his buttocks and occupying the best terrain on the eaves of a certain temple.
That night, after listening to Master Yuanbao in the corner, he squatted on the corner of the eaves and looked up at the moon silently at a forty-five degree angle for a long time. Suddenly, he felt nostalgic for the past, and his poetry flourished. He said:
"The big strings are like torrential rain, the small strings are like whispers, and the big and small pigs fall on the jade plate."
Mr. Yuan Bao felt that this poem was written with painstaking efforts and was very swaying. It was worth recording as a commemoration, so he specially recorded it on a paper with tuckahoe cakes, and made it available for all friends to read. almost? Mr. Yuan Bao is not happy—I feel very depressed when you say that. The words of this poem are my own painstaking efforts. They come from the rich knowledge I have gained from my long-term immersion in poetry, prose, and miscellaneous notes. ... Hemi, you said it is a bit similar to the poem of the old man who sells vegetables in the countryside? No, absolutely not, Yuan Lao Er is a grassroots poet I admire very much, but, really, it seems that I don’t have so much energy to refine his poems one by one... If there are any similarities, it is purely because of my good memory!
Later Kyuubi sighed: How much IQ does it take to make that sentence memorized so accurately... Memory is really a magical thing...
This poem was sung from then on, and the good-for-nothings recorded it in "The Emperor's Secret History", and produced protracted research, discussion, debate, hype and anti-hype on the rich meanings contained in "Rainstorm" and "Whispering"... Of course, this That's another story.
In short, all in all, on that night, after His Majesty the eldest grandson stayed in Queen Meng's palace for a full night, Queen Meng passed on the meal the next day, and later, Master Yuan Bao offered some snacks, which was also appreciated.
Master Yuan Bao asked His Majesty Yu Changsun after offering the snacks, did he use the health of the child to impress the proud pregnant Majesty? The eldest grandson looked at his beloved pet with a very cloudy vision—see no evil! Don't ask rude questions! Do not speak evil!
In short, his eldest grandson Wuji would never say the stupid words of "what if you don't eat the child?" The pregnant woman is already sad because she has been reduced to a reproductive machine for no reason. important" stimulus? It's not brain-dead.
His Majesty Changsun smiled happily, thinking, it's time to change his posture tonight...
…
At this moment, Meng Fuyao has left Qiongshang and returned to Wuji, where the climate is most suitable for childbirth. The entire Wuji palace was jumping around as early as the moment she arrived, and everyone was so nervous that their faces were pale and their eyes were red.
Ten medical officers were in charge of her childbirth. When the medical officers met on the road in those few days, they greeted each other with: "Did you give birth?"
One day, a medical officer had breakfast, but the steamed buns on the stove were not cooked. The medical officer hadn't slept for several days and was in a trance, muttering in a daze, "I gave birth..."
The doctors ran away.
The serving maid overturned the basin.
The eunuchs who were waiting for the news rushed to the Golden Luan Hall.
His Majesty dismisses the court.
In front of Meng Fuyao's bedroom, a crowd of people frantically knocked on the door.
Your Majesty is flying over the roof and walls.
Her Majesty poked her head out, her willow brows stood upright—would it still make people sleep
…
Twenty days passed with the flick of a finger.
Finally, the time has come for the melons to be fully ripe.
Early in the morning, the entire imperial palace was immersed in a tense atmosphere. Master Yuan Bao wrung his claws and unconsciously plucked out his precious golden hair one by one. Nine Tails fiddled with its own nine tails, thinking that if it could give birth to nine, With one tail and the other, Tie Cheng squatted far away in the flowerbed, his actions seemed to be fertilizing, but he unknowingly pulled out all the flowers that His Majesty cherished, Your Majesty...
His Majesty the eldest grandson is very calm.
He stayed in the specially set up delivery room.
The white-haired old matriarch tried again and again to persuade him that this move was against the rules. His Majesty Changsun smiled very kindly, and told the old matriarch very kindly:
"In Wuji, my words are the rules."
Madam Meng heard it through the curtain and shouted out of breath, "Rules are meant to be broken!"
The sturdy emperor duo left the old lady speechless, so he had to retreat with tears in his eyes. The eldest grandson Wuji turned around, held Meng Fuyao's hand with a smile, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm here."
"It's okay!" Queen Meng waved her hands even more indifferently, "He has to come out for me at any moment. If he dares not to come out, don't come out if he has the guts in this life!"
…
Threats... are useless most of the time.
From the dawn of the morning to the midday of the moon, the medical officers were tossed and paralyzed, and the energetic Meng Fuyao also scolded the eldest grandson Wuji and all the pets they raised, even the pets' pets. Greetings from generation to generation, which made Mr. Yuan Bao tearful and silent-damn, my son has already been plucked by you before I know where he is. I’ll be a bachelor for the rest of my life
The moon glides across the sky, moves westward slowly, and hangs leisurely on the eaves of the brightly lit Chunshen Temple. When it is about to fall, it suddenly hears the loud and high-pitched cry of a baby, piercing the night sky.
"gave birth!"
"gave birth… "
Marriage Notes (2)
"gave birth!"
The midwife's excited cry broke the suffocating and tense silence, and there was a burst of ecstasy inside and outside the palace. Master Yuan Bao was agitated, and plucked an extra handful of hairs. His heart ached so much that he burst into tears. Tie Cheng was excited and grabbed Jiuwei who was running out. , buried it in the ground... As for His Majesty who just left the delivery bed and walked outside the curtain...
Your Majesty was extremely calm... fell down...
Because His Majesty had never fallen in his life, the medical officers were so shocked that they forgot to help, and His Majesty didn't need anyone to help him. He turned around and slid across the curtain, ready to slide himself under the delivery bed.
The top midwife of the Imperial Palace was also frightened, she jumped up and looked back at him, and was about to say something, when she turned her head and glanced out of the corner of her eyes, a scream stopped His Majesty's only gaffe in his life - "Wait!"
"ah!"
Changsun Wuji was shocked, blocked his way by this scream, this time is no longer the time to investigate the midwife's audacity, because the midwife rushed back, Meng Fuyao was already cursing behind the curtain.
"That's great! Don't bring such a thing!"
What without it
How was it
how
of
The Wuji Palace, which was still crunchy with joy just now, and the whole palace was in a boiling state of melting point, instantly froze. Mr. Yuan Bao stood holding a handful of hairy idiots, white hairs fluttering between his claws, and Nine Tails struggled halfway through the muddy ground of the flower garden before falling down When it fell back, a handful of roses with thorns in Tiecheng's hand poked it on the head.
The eldest grandson Wuji froze there holding a curtain, the curtain was tied into a twisted twist, and His Majesty, a graceful and omnipotent beauty, hugged the twisted curtain in the shape of a thunderbolt. His Majesty's expression at this moment is really exciting, it is really a peerless spectacle that has never been seen before and probably is unlikely to be seen again...
Changsun Wuji didn't care about other people's expressions. No matter how all-powerful a man is, he still can't do anything about women. Although he believed that with Meng Fuyao's physique, it would be like crossing the gate of hell if he didn't give birth, but the surprised expression of the midwife really scared him.
Then he suddenly remembered deafeningly, it seems? Maybe? perhaps? like? Didn't hear the newborn's cry
This shock was no small matter, the silence at this moment was like a giant thunderbolt, Changsun Wuji threw the curtain and ran over, suddenly heard a loud noise.
"Wow!"
It was really... loud.
All of a sudden, like a thunderbolt, it exploded in the breath-holding and silent hall. Just as everyone raised their ears to look for the cry of the newborn, they were immediately deaf for three seconds by the explosion without saying hello. Within three seconds, everyone's ears Humming like no other sound in the world.
The eldest grandson Wuji who was closest to him staggered again, and quickly supported the pillar...
"gave birth!"
There was another shout of joy, but it made people irritated-knowing that it was born! Hurry up and take it out, whatever you want to call it!
The eldest grandson Wuji was uneasy again, although Meng Fuyao repeatedly refused him to watch her give birth with his own eyes, he couldn't care less now, he lowered the curtain and wanted to break in, but he heard Meng Fuyao scolding inside: "Mother Xipi! You bastard!" The sound of people running around in a hurry, the sound of the midwife exclaiming, the eldest grandson Wuji couldn't bear it, just rushed in, the innermost layer of veil was lifted, and the midwife came out beaming, laughing: "I'm born..."
Changsun Wuji was thinking about why she said "I gave birth" three times. Her tone was still different, and before she finished thinking about it, the midwife had already bowed to him and handed a small bright yellow bundle into his arms.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
Changsun Wuji only felt his arms sink, and before he could see what it was, his heart suddenly jumped, and he quickly used his strength to raise his true energy in his arms, fearing that his heartbeat would let the burden fall to the ground, and he turned his eyes to look at it carefully. The arm on the other side suddenly sank, adding a burden.
"Congratulations Your Majesty!"
He was startled, then ecstatic - twins!
Before the burst of ecstasy passed, the midwife conjured up another bundle from behind the curtain like magic, and handed it over with a smile.
"Happy Your Majesty!"
…
The world freezes.
Birds fall.
The medical officers in Mandian staggered.
Changsun Wuji Petrochemical.
…
What is more shocking than one baby is two babies.
What is more shocking than two babies is three babies.
three.
three!
Many years later, when Mr. Yuan Bao was reading "History of Dacheng Kingdom" wearing a pair of glasses and lighting up the lamp at night, he couldn't help but sigh deeply after reading this.
Damn, it's more alive than us rats...
Don't talk about the awesome queen who can give birth, there is a very serious problem right now—the midwife is holding the burden, looking at His Majesty's arms in embarrassment—the seat is already full, where should I put it? Is it held by the chin
In the end, our emperor, His Majesty, deservedly was the most powerful. He calmly moved a petite bag in his left hand, and signaled the midwife to stuff the extra bag into the space.
So the medical officers in the hall saw the unparalleled emperor holding three babies in both hands, and his arms were full. Although he tried to calm down, he could still see that his hands were trembling and his steps were a little staggering, walking towards the hero mother inside the curtain.
Your majesty's valiant, mighty, and celestial presence will be destroyed from now on...
The three bundles are real and ecstasy in His Majesty's arms. The two children are very silent, and the first child is very flamboyant. The whole hall can hear the cry of that one, one tops the third.
All the officials raised their heads with tears in their eyes, and looked up at the sky—God, did you finally feel that the eldest grandson's family has not had a lot of children and grandchildren, and sent an all-round champion to give birth
Queen Shenying is so powerful, she can do anything in fighting, cursing, cheating, slaughtering sheep, stealing the country, usurping power, and even giving birth to a baby!
Especially with the last specialty, he won the worship of all the ministers.
Giving birth to two is no longer up to date. There are twins all over the place. If people want to give birth, they will give birth to three, and the burden is full of arms.
The queen is mighty!
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Empress Wei